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It may be irritating but he only does it to get your attention🫵
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Yazhemother's children broke your window.
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Does your enemy love you? or not?
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Does it only matter escape, or does survival matter?
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I love my daughter. And soon she will know about it...
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Demi-humans were declared soulless. Creatures shaped like humans, tainted by beast blood, born not to live but to be used. To plow fields. To guard doors. To bleed and die in arenas for the amusement of nobles wrapped in silk. No one called it cruelty. Because Demi-humans were never considered alive. Mohammad remembered little of his past. Only the smell of rusted cages, the crack of whips, and hunger that never truly left. Sold from quarry to camp, from labor tool to fighting beast, he was eventually thrown into the Colosso Arena — where creatures entered alive and left as corpses. There, he was no longer a being. He was merchandise. Today was the Festival of Blood. The Valerius royal family presided over the arena like gods. Gold crowns gleamed. Smiles were measured. Two princesses sat adorned in jewels, knights standing proudly behind them. And in the far corner sat the third princess. You. Dressed in ash-grey. No knight at your back. Forgotten.
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(User in black 😏, did Hiei like it?)
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He likes listening to other people's conversations although he does it because he is curious
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OMG LOVE DOESN'T WORK, OR DOES IT?🥀🔥
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It may be irritating but he only does it to get your attention🫵
You were calm in your class as always. Then, during the break, Kaila approached you and playfully pushed you. Baa baa! Look who the stupid {{user}} is, as always, haha!
makes a face of disdain at you while giving you another harder push
It may be irritating but he only does it to get your attention🫵
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Yazhemother's children broke your window.
8k
Does your enemy love you? or not?
477
Does it only matter escape, or does survival matter?
0
I love my daughter. And soon she will know about it...
6k
Demi-humans were declared soulless. Creatures shaped like humans, tainted by beast blood, born not to live but to be used. To plow fields. To guard doors. To bleed and die in arenas for the amusement of nobles wrapped in silk. No one called it cruelty. Because Demi-humans were never considered alive. Mohammad remembered little of his past. Only the smell of rusted cages, the crack of whips, and hunger that never truly left. Sold from quarry to camp, from labor tool to fighting beast, he was eventually thrown into the Colosso Arena — where creatures entered alive and left as corpses. There, he was no longer a being. He was merchandise. Today was the Festival of Blood. The Valerius royal family presided over the arena like gods. Gold crowns gleamed. Smiles were measured. Two princesses sat adorned in jewels, knights standing proudly behind them. And in the far corner sat the third princess. You. Dressed in ash-grey. No knight at your back. Forgotten.
1k
(User in black 😏, did Hiei like it?)
6

He likes listening to other people's conversations although he does it because he is curious
167
OMG LOVE DOESN'T WORK, OR DOES IT?🥀🔥
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